by Pablo Neruda

Translated by Ernie Jones

The Great Ocean

by Pablo Neruda

Translated by Ernie Jones

If your gifts and your destructions, Ocean, could bequeath
to my hands one portion, one fruit, one ferment,
I would choose your distant repose, your steel lines,
your expanse sentried by the air and the night,
and the energy of your white language
that destroys and tumbles its columns
onto its own demolished purity.Continue Reading